Words Of The Day Of Scribble And Sense

17.August.18

Windowed cubbies abutting street, in some cozed boxes lights thwart sleep and in other orthogonal sanctuaries snores run deep.

Town under thumb of a corpocracy, it is required that you live via a hip manner in a square, but they have no jurisdiction in your dreams, so, there, you may both play and peace in places shaped like pear.

Aristarch may either write them all off as the same or find enamoration in the set for which one has no name. All that matters, though, is that for each denizen, warmth-aura is felt for the home to which they stake claim. : )